Hot Pineapple Casserole Novels & Stories

She was wearing incongruously sensible black heels, which didn't do a damn thing to slow the rush of blood from my head to my groin, and her long, tanned legs were exposed. She questioned Bam Bam by inquiring, "What do you recommend?" He beamed a grin that was, in some inexplicable way, even more luminous than the LEDs. "Pineapple Fantasy IPA," it says on the label. In point of fact, I am the brewologist who conceived of it.

The wedding was just a month away, but I had insisted on holding the party anyway; it was a sort of wedding shower, too. “Did you remember to pick up the stuff for the charcuterie board?” I asked as Logan walked into the kitchen. He grinned, his arms full of grocery bags. “Like I would ever forget,” he teased as he plopped the bags down on the granite countertop. “I got some extra stuff, too.” I furrowed my brow as I peered into the bags, pulling out several large pineapples. “I can see that,” I laughed. “Logan, what the hell are we supposed to do with all of these pineapples?”

” she asks, raisin her other eyebrow, her voice dropping into a hilariously dramatic, matching mock seriousness. ”Pepperoni. Make it double.” I start. ”Fine” she agrees. ”Extra cheese” she then says. ”Good choice" I nod seriously. ”Bell peppers” she says. ”Fine, red onions” I reply. ”Good, and finally… Pineapple” she declares, lifting her chin in a challenging manner. My smile instantly drops into a look of pure, unadulterated horror. ”Pineapple? Julie… putting tropical fruit on a pizza is a crime against nature!” I gasp.

Letta said, making Marco look at her with raised eyebrows. "Are you going to finish it yourself?" Marco asked again, making Letta shake her head. "Of course not. We'll finish it together, and don't forget to tell the waiter to put a lot of pineapple toppings," Letta said, making Marco widen his eyes. "Pineapple toppings?" Marco confirmed, making Letta nod her head. "Why? Does it sound strange?" Letta asked, making Marco nod. "Yes, I just found out that pizza can be topped with pineapple. Isn't it usually with sausage, cheese, broccoli, mushrooms?" Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

Williams grinned as he opened his plate of grilled chicken and vegetables. His expression changed when Melissa's plate was replaced with another one. With his cutleries on his chicken, he waited to see Monica reveal a plate of sushi and Pineapple juice. "What's up with the diet" He wondered. "I am sorry if you don't like it but this is what I feel like eating," Melissa said calmly with a smile as she began to eat "The pineapple is freshly squashed, this morning" she raised the cup and stretched it to him "With just 40% great pawpaw. Why not have a taste?" She suggested.

A mixture of pineapple, coconut and vanilla will give the perfect pizza - colada taste. “So, I still don’t know very much about you” Daniel blushes as we sit down. “I don’t know much about you either” I frown. “Lets get to know each other a little better than?” Mason asks. “I like that idea” I smile. “Wait, he once was in a hot dog eating contest and almost won but then puked all the hotdogs back up?” Daniel laughs. “Yep, that’s exactly what happened” I laugh recalling the story from my childhood.

Refocusing on me, she asked, "Do you like chicken casserole, my dear?" I shrugged. "I'm not picky." "Excellent, we have leftovers from earlier. I'll heat some up." Within minutes, I had a plate of delicious chicken casserole in front of me, refreshing cool lemonade crinkling around the floating ice cubes and the slice of apple pie waiting off to the side. One bite in and I thought I was in heaven. I let out a sound of pleasure from the back of my throat. A low growl came from Leander.

Jolene gave him a questioning look, but whatever he said in the mind-link, she didn’t question it. “Okay!” Theresa smiled as she brought out a few different plates. “The first one is a cucumber shrimp cups. It is filled with a dill dip and the shrimp is chilled. The next is spicy with chinese prawns and a side of rice. This is mini salmon poke bowls and finally is the lobster raviolli. These are our top sellers with the best reviews! Do you guys want a few minutes or are you ready to order?” She looked around at the empty chairs.

I sat across from her, and then the chef approached. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Black. I'm Chef J.J. Tonight's meal is garnished BBQ chicken with pineapple salsa," he announced. "Can we have the food now?" I asked, irritation creeping into my voice. "Of course, Mr. Black." He returned to the kitchen, and after a few minutes, he reappeared with several trays. He began setting an array of dishes on the table. "This is the garnished BBQ chicken," he said, pointing to the chicken. "And this is the pineapple salsa." He gestured toward a drink nearby. "You can also enjoy the BBQ chicken with fruit wine, as well...."

He poured the liquid into two cups, and garnished each with a lime. “What is it?” I asked, smelling it. I didn’t smell any booze or anything weird. It actually smelled like lime, ginger, and pineapple. “I can see the halos on the two of you from a mile away. I call it Virgin’s Paradise. It’s basically a Pineapple Moscow Mule, but without the vodka. It’s got crushed up lime and pineapple suspended in ginger ale. Simple, sweet, and perfect for people who don’t drink alcohol.” I sipped it. It was good. I would have never thought to put pineapple with lime and ginger ale. “Damn,” Rose said beside me.